"We have arrived at our destination. You must know that I don't come here often," the taxi driver talked to me, but he got no reply from me. A sad circumstance brought me back to my hometown. A small quiet village in the deepest forest. The village was surrounded by beautiful forests and mountains.
The driver stopped in front of my grandfather's house and kindly held the door open for me. I smiled at him gratefully, climbed out and immediately tucked a strand of hair behind my ear because a strong wind had blown through my hair and tangled my hair a bit. The taxi driver was a middle-aged man with black hair that had already started to gray. "What brings you here?" he asked me a question. Did he expect an honest answer from me?
With a sad expression I looked at the building in front of me and sighed deeply. The house wasn't very big, but it consisted of two floors and was mainly decorated in shades of brown. A small porch made the house visually cozier. There was even a rocking chair on the porch and next to it a small table and two chairs were placed neatly in front of it. The plants that were standing around here weren't in good shape. Either they were withered, or they grew out of the pots. Apparently, before his death, my grandfather had not found the strength to take care of his plants properly. He could at least have asked someone for help.
I didn't know what it looked like inside because I hadn't been to my grandfathers for several years. The last time it was during the summer holidays ten years ago.
"Unfortunately, my grandfather recently passed away. I inherited his fields and house," I told the taxi driver, not taking my eyes off the house. The taxi driver heaved my two suitcases out of the trunk and placed them next to me. "My condolences," he announced, getting back in his car and pulling away from the driveway. I broke my sight of the house and turned to the driver. I handed him the requested amount and a tip. "I wish you a pleasant day," I wished the driver and watched him drive away.
Then I grabbed one of the suitcases with both hands and pulled them behind me. I stopped in front of the entrance and rummaged around in my pocket looking for my house key. While I was searching, many thoughts spat around in my head. I thought a lot about my grandparents and parents. Of my beautiful childhood and my grandfather's funeral. After his death, I regretted not having come to visit him, or at least calling him regularly. For days I cried my eyes out, and as a result I neglected my work and lost my job because of an allegation.
After a while of searching, I finally found it and got it out. With a trembling finger it was not easy to get the key in the corresponding hole. Stupidly, the key fell out of my hand and landed on the floor with a loud thud. "Fucking shit," I swore out loud, stamping a foot on the wooden floor in annoyance. "It always has to happen to me," I grumbled to myself, not exactly in a good mood. Rolling my eyes, I bent down to pick up the key, but then another hand got there first and snatched my key from under my nose.
I looked up in surprise and saw warm brown eyes. He had a twinkle in his eyes that I just couldn't place. That pair of eyes belonged to a handsome man. He was at least two heads taller than me and had a muscular build. He also had brown shaggy hair, which looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
He stood up normally, as did I. "Well, new here?" he asked me curiously and handed me the key with a friendly smile. I smiled back and stared at him openly as I took the key from him. Now he looked at me with two raised eyebrows and waited for an answer from me. "Uh yeah... I sort of am," I replied and finally put the key in the keyhole.
The man has crossed his muscular arms across his broad chest and casually leaned his shoulder against the wall. His proximity made me nervous. I don't know if I should make it up as positive or negative. Nevertheless, I wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible because I finally wanted some peace and quiet after the exhausting journey. Also, I haven't really come to terms with the loss of my grandfather, so I'd like to hide inside. Hopefully I don't have to sleep on the floor because my stuff won't arrive until tomorrow. I paid the movers a little extra to get my things over here as soon as possible.
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Yandere Onehots (Yandere X Reader)
Short StoryHello everyone, I'm back with something new. For a long time I wanted to try oneshots. So tadaaa. Please leave comments if you like it. You are welcome to leave suggestions. English is not my first language!